Laughter was
your color
and joy, your
song
There was music
in your heartbeat
and beauty came
of the things you touched
whether ivory
or floral
or gardens of
plenty
You made
everything sing
the glory of
God
You listened
more than you spoke,
gave more than
you took
Blessed those
around you
with gentle
grace and encouragement
Dancing and
singing
How great is our
God
Now, your true
dance begins
where beauty
abounds
and as Mike
said,
‘you will feel
at home there.’
patricia spreng
